The room beyond was small and cosy, a bedside lamp casting a dim glow. Josie was perched right on top of the bed with her knees up in front of her. Her toes peeked out into the air, and she wiggled them a little as he came into the room. "C'm here." He walked over to the bed and stood in front of her. Josie knelt back on her elbows, surveying his body. "I thought you might like to try undressing me too."
Without any instruction Marc knelt silently on the floor in front of the bed, shuffling right up to the mattress. Josie unbuttoned her jeans and he took hold of them by the ankles, where they curled loosely around her calves. "Carefully," she warned him. Slowly he pulled at her jeans, exerting a gentle pressure while Josie dug herself into the bed and applied it at her end. Gradually they crept off her hips and down her legs, until Marc was tugging them off her feet and he had the most exquisite view of her upturned thighs, fleshy yet tapering perfectly down to her knees.
"Put them down here," Josie mouthed, gesturing to a spot beside her. Marc placed her jeans neatly on top of the mattress. Josie lowered her legs and shuffled forwards up to the edge of the bed. She placed her feet daintily on the floor in between Marc's thighs. "Open your legs a little, that's it," she smiled as he obeyed. "No reason for you to hide that from me."
Marc's heart beat faster, his knees digging hard into the floor. He glanced down and watched his cock rise near vertically in the air, completely beyond his control. Josie's foot followed it steadily upwards, until it finally stopped. She caught his eye and arched her eyebrows hopefully, wondering if there was any more give in it. Her foot circled beneath his dick for a moment, then she reached forward and sank her toes gently into his balls. Taken by surprise at the sudden pressure, Marc moved backwards slightly; but then, as he got used to the soft circular motion of her toe, he relaxed.
Josie smiled at him, and without even thinking about it he began to press himself forward against her, letting her foot dig deeper into the ridges of his sac. Her big toenail embedded itself in his soft wrinkled flesh, and for the first time there was a faint burst of pain running through his scrotum. He took a deep breath, steadying his arms either side of his body. For a moment Josie seemed to challenge him to give up, the force of her toe as constant as her brown eyes piercing into him. Then she relented and drew her foot slowly up his shaft, letting the big toe rest beneath the head.
They both remained still for a few seconds, joined together at the tip of Marc's cock. It was turning an even deeper shade of purple, oozing fluid out between Josie's toes, and both of them were aware of it. "You've never had a girl's foot on your dick, have you Marc?" He shook his head. "You look like you could get used to it!" They shared a nervous laugh, and the tension between them eased a little.
"Yeah, I think I could," Marc agreed. He looked closely at Josie and could feel her silently urging him on, to tell her more, to show her more. Ever since they had met she had put him under such intense scrutiny, wanting to know his every thought and desire, and physically obeying her commands had given him a surface thrill. But there was something deeper she was bringing out now, he could sense it; a much stronger desire to please her, for her to be proud of his efforts, that frightened yet enthralled him at the same time. It might have been too much for him to handle, but for the calmness in her eyes; for the reassurance that no matter what he revealed of himself, he was safe in her power.
Emboldened, he spread his legs a little wider and raised himself up on his knees, his chest and dick both thrust out. He was showing himself off to her, and she took in this sudden show of prowess with faint amusement. Lifting her foot off his dick, she pressed it into his belly button and then ran it all the way up his chest, keeping him alert and erect but still at a slight distance. She looked like she could keep this power play going for a long time, but finally she glanced down at herself, and gave a little sigh. "Well, fair's fair I guess."
She lowered her leg again and drew it tight against the other. As Marc watched she reached under the hem of her loose-hanging shirt and took hold of her panties, keeping them out of sight. Eventually she managed to pull them free from her shirt and ease them halfway down her thighs, which were still locked together. It was an awkward manoeuvre, and he realised that far from trying to tease him, she was genuinely shy about revealing herself to him for the first time. He waited patiently for her next instruction, and eventually she gestured to her underwear. He pulled it gently down over her feet, placing it on top of her jeans.
"Come here." Marc shuffled forwards until he was touching the edge of the bed, right in Josie's face. They could feel the heat of each other's bodies, and smell each other. Josie pointed to the top button of her shirt, and silently Marc began to undo it. He had already seen from a distance that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he kept his fingers taut as they brushed past her nipples, which were straining through the fabric. When he had undone the last button, right at the base of her stomach, he looked up the narrow corridor of pale skin and caught a brief nod of approval. She pushed her shoulders out towards him, and he drew her shirt gently off her body.
Suddenly unveiled, Josie crossed her legs in front of her and folded her arms in her lap. Her breasts were half-visible behind her upper arms, small and beautifully curved, and she looked thoughtfully at Marc, taking in his keen expectant face. At last a smile crept over her face and she relaxed her coquettish pose, uncrossing both arms and legs. She got to her feet and took one step forward between Marc's legs, her body completely displayed to him. His vision was filled with her creamy white skin, the outline of her hips and the faint bulge of her stomach. She was so gorgeous he hardly knew where to look first.
Josie helped him decide; she reached down, took him by the hair and guided his face forwards into her belly. A shock of excitement ran through him the moment his lips made contact with her skin, as though he were touching her for the very first time. He felt like pushing his mouth deep into her flesh and making love to it, being consumed by it, but somehow he managed to restrain himself. He kissed gently around her belly button, aroused and comforted all at once by the warmth of her body washing over his face. Josie gave a little sigh of approval and ran her hands through his hair, and for the first time he knew exactly what it was he needed to do.
Before he knew it, however, Josie's sigh had become a little more extended. "We don't have time for this." She drew Marc's head away from her stomach, and he saw his disappointment matched in her face as their eyes met. She beckoned him to his feet, and before he was even halfway up her arms were around his neck, drawing him into her embrace. "I need to hit the shower. Do you want to come and help me?"
"Of course I do," Marc smiled. Josie gave him a pat on the arm, then stepped round him to lead the way to the bathroom. As she did so, her hand dropped smoothly down to his crotch and took hold of his dick. Marc had just enough time to register it before he had to follow in her wake, or risk being yanked along instead. She kept her grip on him as she led him down the hall. Her walk was casual and unselfconscious, giving him a good view of her shapely ass without trying to flaunt it.
Once they were inside the bathroom, she released him and headed straight over to the showerhead. "Get some towels out for me, would you?" she asked, gesturing over to a nearby cupboard. As he took them out and laid them over a rack, Josie turned on the shower. Waiting patiently for the heat to come on, she leaned against the wall and folded her arms behind her. "I bet you didn't think your night would be going like this this morning," she giggled.
